[Jimmy was right. He was near New York this time. A city, more of an outcropping around a college, but it still counted and it was still big and it still took a car ride to get there from where he landed. He probably could've hitched a lift to the City from there, if he really wanted to, and maybe he would later. But he doesn't get windows like this, not usually, and what if it closed while he was traveling there?

Right, so he's still in Ithaca. He might've read a book about a place called that, and a person trying to get home to there, but it's not important. Not like the fast food joint he's sitting in, and maybe it's not good food, but he'll take it. And he'll wait, while he can, until the person he's supposed to meet shows up.

Clint was right, by the way. They did think he was drunk.]

(ooc: continued from this thread)